at the bottom of a well, looking up
thrashing makes the chilled water slap my face
and flood my eyes.
bounces off the walls and travels upward
hopefully someone will hear.
with the warmth of the sun on my skin
I have to close my eyes
to shield them from the brightness
the warm breeze tugs at the corners of my mouth
like puppet strings.
like a volcano filled with honey.
Everyone can hear.